Luyện nghe bài hát Senses Working Overtime

Hey, hey, the clouds are
There's straw for the
And the innocents can all sleep
All safely

My, my, sun is pie
fodder for the cannons
And the ones can all sleep safely
All sleep

And all the world is
It's just for me to kick in
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And got one, two, three, four, five

working overtime
Trying to this all in
got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly

Hey hey, fights day
There's food for the
And the innocents can all live
All live

My, my, the sky cry
Jewels for the
And the one's can all die slowly
All die

And all the is biscuit-shaped
just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to take all in
got one, two, three, four, five

Senses overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a
Pain and pleasure and the church bells chime

And birds might from black skies
And bullies might you black eyes
And buses might skid on ice
But to me very, very beautiful
(England's glory!)

(A beauty!)

And all the world is
It's just for me to in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And got one, two, three, four, five

Senses overtime
Trying to take all in
got one, two, three, four, five

Senses overtime
to tell the difference 'tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure and one, two, three, four, five

Senses overtime
to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

Senses overtime
Trying to the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the church softly chime